Character Discriptions & Chapter 1
Brooklyn Sanders: 5'2. Long, curly, black and brown hair. Tanned. Age: 18 Single. Brooklyn is from Brooklyn, New York. She grew up without a dad. Her mother abadoned her and left her to the system, both of her adopted parents are dead. Leaving her to grow up and manage for herself. She lives with her roomate, which is her best friend Porscha and Porscha's younger sister, Dominica. They met in their middle school years. Ever since then they've been closer than ever.
Porscha Oliver: 4'9. Long, straight, honey brown hair. Age: 18. Light skinned. Single. Porscha is from San Juan, Puerto Rico. She grew up with a mother and her stepdad. When her mother died, her stepdad moved to the coast when she was 11. She had to borrow money from a huge drug dealer for her and her sister to leave town (which was her brother). After she moved out of town, she lost all the contact she had with her brother. She moved to Brooklyn, where she met Brooklyn.
Dominica Taylor: 4'10. Mid-ways, bright red weave. Age:15 Lightskinned. Boyfriend: Javion. Dominica is Porscha's younger sister. Dominica is from San Juan, Puerto Rico. Porscha and Dominica had the same mother but didn't have the same father. Porscha's stepdad is Dominica's biological father. She follows her company and her grades are lacking. She's smoked and drank before even though she's under age. She's just a normal bad ass, teenager.
Trell Anderson: A.k.a. Trell. 6'8. Low fade, medium 360 waves, light goatee. Age: 19. Caramel skinned. Trell's dad died in a gang war, and his mother got strawed out on white and never came back one night. When his father died, Trell's grandma, at the age of 74, took him in. Trell is the top kingpin in Brooklyn. Anything you want, he got. His cousin runs a strip club known as the Player's Club. Trell bought this club for his cousin to run. So if anything ever goes wrong in his drug business, he has money invested from his strip club.
Quentin Hernandez: A.k.a. Tyga 6'9. Low haircut, 360 waves, faded mustache. Age: 20. Caramel skinned. Quentin is one of Trell's best friends. He works with him in the drug business and in the strip club joint. As far as his parents' go, they were murdered right in front of him. He ran away at the age of 10 after they were killed, before the system could take him. All he ever thinks about is finding his parent's murderer.
Jalon Laos: 6'8. Low cut. Age: 26. Tan skinned. J.B. is his nickname. J.B. is one of Trell's closest friends. He is also Trell's cousin who he bought the strip club for. He is not in the drug business with Trell and Quentin. His mother died of cancer at the age of 38 and his father died in jail on a life sentence.
~Brooklyn P.O.V.~
~11:00 P.M.~
"Porscha girl, come on before we late to work." I yelled through the house. I went downstairs to the kitchen to grab a glass of orange juice and a muffin. "Alright, I'm coming. Hold on!" She yelled back slamming a door. I went into the living room to see Dominica on the couch watching T.V.
I turned and began walking to the door. When Porscha got downstairs, I set the alarm and locked the door and we all got in my car. Which was a old school, black, cadillac coupe deville lowrider. I got inside the car and started the engine.
"Ooo girl! Ain't that Tyga over there." Porscha said pointing out my window, I shrugged my shoulders. "Ion kno, and ion care." I said with a "I dont give a fuck" tone. "Girl don't even trip, you know that boy be on yo mind." She said laughing. Shit, she right. Why I'm lying? "What he doing coming out of Honey house?" She asked with a irritated tone. "Hmph." I said rubbing my hand down my face. I stopped at a red light and looked out my window in the car beside me. There he was. There was Tyga.
~15 Minutes Later~
We pulled up at Sugar Mama's and got out the car. We went inside the building a signed in. "Hey Kashmiere." Porscha yelled. "Hey ya'll." He said waving his hand over the bar, with his gay ass. I ain't got nothing against gay people, some of my closest friends are gay. I actually think gay boys are funny, but anyways back to the story. We walked to the back of the club to the dressing room after looking at the crowd. I went into my locker and pulled out my turquiouise and silver bikini and g-string set. I put on some turquoise lipstick and went to the door ready to perform. If you haven't found out yet, you should know that I work at a stripper joint. But all the broke niggas come here. I work a 5 minute show and get at least 10- 45 dollars.
I watched as Magma came off of the stage and I went on. "Alright, alright. Now yall just seen the hot Magma, but now we about to see my girl Bliss. She shine like a star, and becomes Bliss when she in this bar. Let's give it up for Bliss!" The DJ yelled then everyone started screaming. Niggas was throwing ones and everything. I walked around the pole and kneeled down with my hands on my knees and twerked on the pole, while Cut Her Off by K. Camp played. I twerked to the beat and then hit a split. I climbed up the pole and put my legs over my head and slid back down the pole just like that. The song played for about 3 more minutes before I collected all my money. I went off the stage to the back where I saw Porscha was getting ready to go on. I went to my seat and sat down and counted my money. "32 dollars." I mumbled as I threw the money down in front of me on the counter. I put my money in my locker and walked out the dresser to the floor, ready to lapdances.
"Bliss, boss wanna see you." Kashmiere said pointing to the back when I went over there to get a drink to get me started. "Aight!" I said walking to the back. I walked to his room and sat down. "Yeah?" I said once he didn't say anything. "How much money.. did you earn tonight?" He said pausing to exhale his smoke. "32 dollars." I said. "Give me 50%." He said. "You know how it goes." He said. I gave him a "hell no" look.
"Man, fuck this! I'm tired of me being the only getting half of their profit taken away. Why you don't do that to them other girls!? Man fuck this! I quit! I'll get my stuff and get the fuck out!" I yelled. I walked to the door and looked back. "Oh and for Diamondz, she out too!" I yelled referring to Porscha. I walked away slamming his door leaving him there dumbfounded.
I walked to the back to see Porscha counting her money. "Ayye, Porsch, get all your shit! We leaving this bitch! Im tired of this motherfucker taking all my money. I got shit to do on Fridays'. I plan to work then get that check then go shop." I said going to my locker collecting all my belongings. "So you quit for me right too since you quit right? Cuz you know I ain't working nowhere you aint working." She said. I nodded my head slamming my locker, grabbing my keys, and storming out the dressing room.
